Each week, Trista smokes a strain that moves her to write a poem. Here is a poem all about Cookies and Cream.
Its creamy and delicious,
totally ridiculous.
I find it quite suspicious.
So lets go find the missus.
She may know why
and I doubt she would lie.
For then I would cry
and she’d take a sigh.
So back to what’s important,
cookies are cohabitant
and cream is quite consistent,
all of its exorbitant.
Its cream and delicious,
totally ridiculous.
